Randy McClave Poems
|1281.||Once Sticks And Stones -new-||9/16/2017|
|1282.||Rose For A Rose||3/23/2011|
|1284.||The Scottish Dance||8/19/2012|
|1285.||Becoming A Man||7/4/2014|
|1286.||I Am My Father's Son||7/24/2009|
|1289.||Let's Build The Wall||2/26/2016|
|1292.||Knowing Of A Tree||7/27/2009|
|1296.||Bring Me Flowers||8/7/2009|
Bring Me Flowers
Bring me flowers when I am living
Don't bring me them when I am dead,
Let me enjoy them in the giving
My mother always had said.
Let me hold them in my hands
And smell their fragrant scent,
Then I will reminisce of different lands
Before; I am heaven sent.
I will reflect back when I was young
Or, I might think back not long ago,
When I walked underneath the sun
Or, when I felt the wind as it blowed.
Bring me flowers when I am here
Please don't wait until I am gone,
So, I might reflect to a different year
And my memories will last on.
I went to bed the other night
And woke up with a terrible fright
I dreamed I saw Christ the Lord
And I helped nail Him to the board
Pain and agony in his eye
And me a wishing He would only die
For what kind of GOD could he be
If He even couldn't set himself free.